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Post by Pouncival on Dec 7, 2010 22:22:09 GMT -5
Pouncival strutted around the back routes of the Yard. He was fully punked out, with chains, studs, boots, and newly red, spiked hair.
He was looking for his buddies. That is, the guys closer to his age. They could talk about which queens had the best boobs or something. Or how Plato was an idiot.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Dec 7, 2010 22:35:04 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus had been lying on his back over the pipe, trying to absorb what bits of the sun he could. He took off his hat, turning it over his face as he closed his eyes to work as some sort of a shield so he could properly nap. He couldn't help but think about being in a similar position when the magical cat had appeared.
Oh, that was a fun day, and a nice memory... shame he was too anxious to do anything.
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Post by Pouncival on Dec 7, 2010 22:40:41 GMT -5
Pouncival saw Tumble sprawled out. Stomach unprotected. Foolish.
Having some cold water drip from above onto his belly should teach him not to be so careless in public.
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Post by Meringue on Dec 7, 2010 23:38:57 GMT -5
Meringue poked his head out of the broken oven and peered out. He saw two others, and smiled. Finally, something to do while he waited for Bombalurina to come around. Crawling out from the stove he quietly made his way over to the other toms. He sat a few feet away and stared at the two.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Dec 7, 2010 23:48:01 GMT -5
He stretched out further, oblivious to the torment that could be inflicted onto him. Mainly because he was trapped in such wonderful thoughts. Very wonderful thoughts, albeit possibly naughty ones, about the magical cat. His nose twitched though, whiskers moving too as if sensing someone. Probably nothing, although the cat rolled over so he was on his stomach, pants hanging low enough to show a few inches of blue plaid boxers.
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Post by Pouncival on Dec 7, 2010 23:53:16 GMT -5
Drip.
Drip.
Oh, Pounce was so clever. He knew how to get the puddle of rainwater, shaded, but in the beeze, so nice a cool, to drip onto Tumble from the junk. He had a drink for himself too.
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Post by Meringue on Dec 8, 2010 0:02:58 GMT -5
The yellow cat cocked his head to the side in curiosity. "What are you doing?" he asked Pouncival. Being a single cat in his home, Meringue didn't have much experience with such things like pranking or playing around.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Dec 8, 2010 0:05:59 GMT -5
Drip.
Drip.
Tumblebrutus' ear twitched a few times before he batted at it with his hand, nose wrinkling. He thought he heard voices but maybe that was the attempt at dreaming as his cap threatened to silp. He used his hand to secure it on his head before yawning and opening his eyes. Nothing. He sat upright before sighing audibly.
Drip. Drip.
His head lifted in time to get hit in the eye, which he growled at.
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Post by Pouncival on Dec 8, 2010 0:11:55 GMT -5
Pouncival waved happily down at Tumble. "Yo," he said.
Meringue's question was too obvious to even answer.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Dec 8, 2010 0:23:44 GMT -5
"Fucker, you got it in my eye,"Tumble grumbled before he climbed up to join the two other toms. "Sup?" he greeted Meringue, in the same motion sweeping his cap on properly.
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Post by Meringue on Dec 8, 2010 21:38:31 GMT -5
"Oh, hello! I'm just waiting for Miss Bombalurina to come around, I haven't seen her yet today..." he answered. His tail swayed calmly back and forth. Around his neck a shiny peice of jewelery hung that he had 'borrowed' from his humans. Absent-mindedly his fingers went to it and he began to idly play with it.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Dec 8, 2010 23:27:06 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus, not so subtly, coughed, "STALKER!" into a balled fist before he gave Pouncival a little shove and smirk, a wink accompanying the gesture toward his best friend.
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Post by Pouncival on Dec 8, 2010 23:42:24 GMT -5
"Do you actually know Bombalurina is coming around?" Pouncival asked, expectantly, as he jumped to land on Tumble, sitting on the side of his stomach. "Or are you just being hopeful. I hope she's coming. Her looks are always welcome."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Dec 9, 2010 13:42:59 GMT -5
"What the hell do you eat to get so fat, Pounce?" Tumblebrutus teased, though he didn't shove Pouncival to get him off. "And I don't see what the huge fuss about Bomba is. I mean, she's pretty, but there are so many pretty queens out there. Like... okay, like take Jemima for example."
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Post by Meringue on Dec 9, 2010 18:36:33 GMT -5
The yellow cat pouted and huffed. "Miss Bombalurina is the only queen for me! She's... she's the queen of my heart~" he purred. Then, with a little frown he added, "Plus... Jemima is taller than me, even though we're the same age..."
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Post by Pouncival on Dec 10, 2010 0:44:34 GMT -5
"Bomba's taller too," Pounce pointed out. "But Jemima just doesn't have the...certain something...bazambas... that Bombalurina does."
"Plus," he added, moving to put more weight on Tumble "Maybe we're saving Jemima worship for you, since you are yet to put it in her."
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Post by Meringue on Dec 10, 2010 12:19:33 GMT -5
The kit's face turned bright red at this comment. His mouth twitched, as if wanting to reply, but no words came forth. Really, he had no idea why he felt such a pull towards Bombalurina. To him, she was a goddess, as Tugger was a god to the queens. He looked down, trying to hide his face.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Dec 10, 2010 23:45:28 GMT -5
"Shut up, arsebandit," Tumblebrutus argued, trying to push Pouncival off. "Some of us present might have manners. And some of us here might be full of shit!"
He wrinkled his nose before sighing. Jemima really was quite pretty. And cute. And innocent. And sweet. And perfect.
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Post by Pouncival on Dec 11, 2010 0:01:25 GMT -5
"Says you and your wet dreams," Pounce retorted. "Anyway, is Bomba actually coming, or should we find something else to do?" he asked.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Dec 11, 2010 10:37:34 GMT -5
"God, get your fat arse off me! Are you trying to kill me?" Tumblebrutus growled, maybe more pissed about the wet dreams comment than anything else as he tried to wriggle free, shirt riding up as he slid. "And seriously, stalking Bomba? That was like.... last month's thing." He twisted more before finally getting out from underneath Pouncival, and taking the opportunity to flop on top of his best friend, trying his best to use his weight and height, but he never had much weight on him; Pouncival always had more muscle.
"You sound like a lovesick puppy, Meringue," Tumblebrutus taunted.
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Post by Meringue on Dec 12, 2010 0:15:58 GMT -5
Meringue kept his face downwards, he seemed to mumble something inaudible under this breath. "Mmmm.... maybe. She's the only queen for me!" he exclaimed. He didn't know why he had no interest in other queens, literally, none at all.
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Post by Pouncival on Dec 12, 2010 0:43:24 GMT -5
"Boy has good taste," Pouncival said. Calling him boy despite the fact that he was barely older. He jumped down onto the ground. "Well, there is a distinct lack of happening now," he said, ever impatient. "I wanna do something."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Dec 12, 2010 11:43:51 GMT -5
"THANK GOD Someone decided to get their fat ass off me! Thought I was going to be flattened out like a pancake!" Tumblebrutus snipped before he shifted his weight, then purposely jumped down, gripping onto Pouncival's shoulders as his legs hooked around his friend's waist piggyback style. Maybe more comical since Tumblebrutus was a wee bit taller.
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Post by Meringue on Dec 12, 2010 17:32:55 GMT -5
The yellow kit cocked his head at the others' antics. How strange. He'd never thought that people actually had such behavior. It was probably his rich fancy-pants lifestyle that made him oblivious to such acts. Climbing down to the ground slowly and cautiously, he watched Tumblebrutus get onto Pouncival's back. He had sometimes seen his male owner, called, 'Daddy' carry around the girls in such a way. Then, blurting out his thoughts he asked, "Is Pouncival Tumblebrutus' 'Daddy'?"
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Post by Pouncival on Dec 13, 2010 8:33:44 GMT -5
Pouncival blinked at Meringue. Then he hurriedly dumped Tumblebrutus from his back.
"He wishes," he retorted.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Dec 13, 2010 9:24:02 GMT -5
"Ow!" Tumblebrutus said, though he was simply amazed at the question. A look was given to Pouncival before he shook his head, not exactly thrilled with the response. A little too hurried. It wasn't even like the idiot thought they were gay together or something. And they weren't.
Though sometimes he wondered.
He flipped Pouncival off before rising to his feet and brushing off the back of his jeans. "Asshole," he said as he walked past.
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Post by Meringue on Dec 14, 2010 22:57:53 GMT -5
This behavior was astounding! Never before had the kit witnessed such hostility between friends! Ignorance truly was bliss. Fiddling a bit with the bottom seam of his shorts, which barely peeked out from under his shirt, he asked with a red face, "So... um... What is being with a queen like?" He figured that these two had to know atleast SOMETHING about the issue.
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Post by Pouncival on Dec 14, 2010 23:04:53 GMT -5
"Best thing ever!" Pouncival responded promptly. "It fees so good sliding into her tight cunt. So hot!"
Of course, Pouncival had never even made it to making out with a queen. But he wouldn't admit to that. So he lied.
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Post by Meringue on Dec 14, 2010 23:19:29 GMT -5
A horrified look came over Meringue's face. His eyes widened and his curly ears layed flat against his head. "You... you what!? No no no!" he shook his head violently. He couldn't even fathom such a thing! "No no no! Not with Miss Bombalurina no!"
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Dec 15, 2010 21:23:05 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus could often be the supporting friend for his bestie, but also had the capability of being a royal bastard. "You're so full of shit, Pounce." And he made a face at Meringue. "And dude, drop with the whole Miss stuff. That's creepy sounding. It's like you're some stalker."
Tumblebrutus rubbed the back of his neck. Not that he exactly had much experience himself due to anxiety, no thanks to Pouncival.
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